To my not so dear diary,
Being this evil is hard. My room is black, I sit now listening to the sound of
Trivium screeching words of death over a really loud bass and drums. My lifes not so
bad, I guess. I made myself puke blood before, it looked really good and I managed to
get off school. I wouldnt hate school so much if it was in the dark, they know I hate
the light. I joined this site before, its good, it means I let ppl know about the
true horrors that EMOs like me go through for personal suffering. I used to self
harm, but then I thought, whats the point? I`ll only die anyway. I am going to the
only place that is swarming with other ppl like me on Thursday, Manchester! The home
of afflecks plalace.
DONT TRY TO FIX ME I`M NOT BROKEN.
not so much love,
freakyfairy

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